Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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Oi, you a chat lad who chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, kick ya sons nuts, you won't ever be granddad
I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and never drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it they wanna bit
Yo, they need to that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a bloke, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and talking 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't talking a gab, but I got a gift
And off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no I'm offered pip, better than ever whenever off the shit
I don't care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, ain't the type to go now
If turning their lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the I wrapped round
These past been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm says keep evolving and I'm the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write with a crown on so I got it in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get into it, but I guarantee gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, that's the way that all the go
All I'm though, "3.6., is it cool to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you don't to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old if you don't know
Went from out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the beach end (To a massive house on the end)
I bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a you believe in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to and back
I'ma show the world where at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I have held it back, but doesn't matter, I got raps
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, there no off switch
You a germ, man that they up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at them gigs
mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my where my sock is
Better get it, yo, not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb you'll be breathing it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, is god shit